The Psychic Truth

Two sorority girls, Anikka Albrite and Brett Rossi, blonde with big natural tits, sit on a sofa as the psychic lays down the Emperor, then the Moon, then the Star. The cards say the med-school boyfriends are history and the girls are meant for each other. They laugh it off, call it bullshit, and head home. A couple days later Brett’s inbox is full of lesbian newsletters and both guys dump them by text, each claiming he’s gay. That night the girls sprawl across the same sofa, half-drunk and pissed, when Anikka mutters that an orgasm would fix everything. They dare each other to kiss. Then shirts come off, then everything else. Brett shaves bare, Anikka keeps a thin landing strip. They compare pussies, giggle that a strip means she’s a freak in the sheets. Anikka drops between Brett’s thighs first. Her tongue works slow, then hard, until Brett stops laughing and starts shaking. After Brett cums, Anikka swings around, lowers her cunt onto Brett’s mouth and they 69 until both are dripping. Still greedy, they slide into a trib, hips rolling, big tits mashed together, shaved pussy and landing-strip pussy grinding slick and desperate until they cum again, loud and satisfied.